December 28, 2009

This Season's Thoughts

Just a little randomness...

I want to be able to screen my future seatmates on all commercial flights. As in, I want to decide who I sit next to. Forget aisle, middle, window, I want to decide who I can sit next to because I can't take down a terrorist with my size.

I want to sit next to a big guy... preferably former military with good hand to hand combat skills.

Or perhaps a big Dutch guy who can leap over two seats and take someone out...


We are coming upon one year since Obama became President of this Country and I have yet to hear him speak. I refuse to acknowledge him as I think he is single handedly the biggest mistake this Country has ever made and it makes me physically ill.

Did I mention I am an Independent? (No, I did not vote for him.)


I don't like Maureen Dowd. As liberal as some of my views are, I have some extraordinarily conservative views as well. I can't be pigeonholed. Yet, Maureen's column is so incredibly liberal to me, I can't read it.

However, I read today's column and I like her brother. He can have dinner at my table.

My sister in law and her kids may be coming to visit. There are five of them. I heard it through the grapevine. She has yet to make a decision. I wonder when she was going to tell me? She and her family stay here, in my home.

We were discussing this at dinner tonight when Bones reminded me of earlier this year when my brother in law called to say they wouldn't be coming. I didn't even know they were. They were going to be leaving that day when they decided... not to come. Interesting. By the way, they would be coming from New Jersey.


My Christmas cards started to arrive to their final destinations today. I received no less than three phone calls and email regarding the change in Ringo. The classic was from Writersblock who wrote, "Holy cow, Bou! Who is that MAN in the picture with Mr. T and Bones?!"

Once everyone has their cards, I'll post the picture here.

It's the haircut...


My folks leave tomorrow. We're all sad. Bones wishes they lived closer. Hell, we all wish they lived closer.

What a mess for them to finally fly instead of drive, now having to contend with the aftermath of this terrorist pinhead in Detroit.


I'm addicted to this stupid game Bananagrams. TGOO is leaving and now I won't have anyone to play with...


School starts in a week... holy crap. I need summer...

Posted by Boudicca at December 28, 2009 10:28 PM

I want to be able to screen my future seatmates on all commercial flights.

Yep! I'd like to pants them too.

Posted by: PeggyU at December 29, 2009 02:40 AM

You can play Bananagrams on Facebook. You can play against friends, strangers, or the clock.

Posted by: Sticks at December 29, 2009 07:21 AM

twice when I have flown, I was swabbed for explosive residue.

When are we going to say it's okay to do racial profiling? I've not seen a 32 yo white woman blow up a plane yet. I have, however, seen people I would profile arrested for the attempt.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at December 29, 2009 09:04 AM

My kids flew back on Sunday, they had no problems. We got them to the airport early and there wasn't even "a line" at security.

What I'm worried about are what new idiocies they'll come up with to combat "underwear bombing"... good lord!

Posted by: Teresa at December 29, 2009 10:22 AM