The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 44.0 miles clear, gorgeous
Rasmussen: -20: a new low; 44/55
As Rich said, breakfast had a lot of OLD PEOPLE! Probably about our age, in fact. Today was set aside entirely for elephant seals and caches. We started by going up to the lighthouse. The cache was on a big water tower. Rich had just put it back when a surfer came up from the beach (he must have been too close to the seals there) and people with cameras came down from the road. We checked out the three or so seals, then started south.
At the north parking lot of the boardwalk, someone had a Maxine sign in their window... "is that a car or a phone booth?" We walked along the bluff through the mud, past the "no dogs" sign and all the dog pawprints looking at the seals the whole way. When we found that cache, there was a small beach with nothing but young, unattached, males who were definitely fighting with each other. You could hear a big bull in the water challenging all comers.
Back at the car, we drove to the south parking lot and took in the seals. There was a docent today. Weaners were learning to swim. We admired all the animals and the interactions for quite awhile, then it was back to cache!
At the pier Rich found a really nifty cache that looked like a bolt. It's a replacement with the very clever name "Re A Pier." Then off to the side I spied a sea otter.
There's a cache close to our motel about the Hearst zebras. Sadly, they weren't in the field today. We went over to the "Friends of the Elephant Seal" office. It looked like it was open, but the door was locked. Luckily, a friend came along and opened it and told the woman the door had been locked. Entirely by accident. So I was able to get the postcards I wanted for the grandchildren. And on south we went, finding a couple of caches. Then it was lunchtime, and there was the Moonstone Beach Bar and Grill with a great ocean view. We decided to eat inside, as it was a bit nippy outdoors. I forgot about the salmon quesadillas, but had a reuben which was delicious.
Then we were going to beachcomb (note: next time check out the tide tables and plan this a bit better.) But on the way, a couple of caches. They're along the boardwalk so you have to be careful of your timing. One was over the side of the bluff and there went Rich, over the rope and down the side. Honestly, geocaching will kill him before the cancer has a chance! (Once I got closer, I saw he wasn't really in as much danger as I thought, but talk about obsession!) When we got down to the beach, Rich found some moonstones. I was beginning to fade, and didn't find anything. And then on into Cambria where we stopped at the post office for stamps for the postcards. Rich wandered off to see if he could find a cache while I was gawping at the lovely buildings. We weren't having much luck. One of the caches is in a private garden that had caution tape around it. Another appeared to be gone. We finally began to find them again. One is a huge tub in the woods. However, many of the caches are gone. They don't maintain them that well. Cambria has the Fresnel Lens from the Piedras Blancas lighthouse and a lot of interesting historical buildings.
Eventually we were back at the Moonstone Beach restaurant where there was a cache we missed earlier. And our final cache, we were coming back out of the woods and the cache owner asked if we had found it. We had a nice chat. That was 15 caches today.
I'd been asking Rich all day if he was tired, and reminding him that we could always stop, but finally I said I was tired myself, and we went back to the motel. We'd walked almost 7 miles and had a LOT of fresh air. We had about an hour rest, then went across the street to the Cavalier restaurant.
After dinner, we could see lots and lots of stars! What a great day this was.
And the Tea Party rallies were “astroturf,” but when the teachers or SEIU show up with hundreds of preprinted signs and matching tee shirts, well, that’s just “spontaneous.” Wethal on February 22, 2011 at 8:13 AM
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 37.2 miles partly cloudy, cool, beautiful
85 recordings of 41 (will be 106 when we get back) (Sadly, the Law and Order episode wasn't what they promised. So I still have 8 to see.) HUELL! (Houser) Leave that poor bat alone!!
Rasmussen: -18: lowest since December. I think he may have acted stupidly. 44/55.
My initial plan for the three-day trip was to lock Abby in the bathroom. I spent a lot of time re-training her, but I wasn't sure I could trust her for three days. But this morning I saw her all curled up and comfy on our bed and I just didn't have the heart. Instead I put down the plastic mats by the front door and in the alcove close to the bathroom, two places that she used to use. I covered most of the bathroom floor with newspaper and put a thickish pad of paper in the litter box, moved the broom so she wouldn't hurt herself, and crossed my fingers.
Rich slept in a little longer than I'd thought, so we didn't get going till 8:20. I was ready to drive, but in the end I didn't do it at all. I did keep reminding him to quit if he got tired, but I know how much he loves to drive and if he can do it, more power to him. (Literally, in this case.)
There's SNOW on Mt. Diablo!
Bumper sticker: I'm not speeding, I'm qualifying.
Potty stop (and coffee break) at the Tower in Lathrop, where the aliens are. Then there was a cache nearby. I planned the next stop at Pea Soup Andersen's in Santa Nella, but that was too close. There was a rest area down 5 that is closed, they finally let us know 10 miles ahead... so we stopped at Harris Ranch and that's what we'll be doing from now on. We went through the gift store and I got some baby yams, so cute and I bet baked and laced with butter they'll be delicious. I was also tempted by the maple balsamic dressing. Yum.
The fruit trees are all a-bloom. And the orange trees loaded down.
I'm reminded of 1976, President's Day weekend, when Rich was working in Sacramento and the kids and I still lived in Novato. We took off and went south, to the Pinnacles, to Monterey (before the aquarium: we went to the Dennis the Menace playground and the historical sights at Fisherman's Wharf. I was working with "Places to go with Children in Northern California" but the spice factories in Salinas had just stopped tours. We did Frontier Village in San Jose and also the Winchester Mystery House before coming home.
And on to Kettleman City, then over the mountains to Cholame, where James Dean was killed and there's a hamburger joint reviewed by the Hamblogger, the Jack Ranch Cafe. We got the virtual cache, then had lunch. Yummy. A sign in there said
Hot Beer Lousy Food Bad Service WELCOME -- Have a Nice Day.
And then we had time to look for caches along the way to Cambria. Beautiful views. We got 4, then landed at Highway 1 and went to San Simeon for the hotel. There we got a first floor room, and Rich discovered they had wi-fi. Then we went out to look at elephant seals and find caches.
Elephant Seal Porn.
There's a new boardwalk north of the parking lot. We spent a long time here looking at the seals, picking up one cache. Then we slowly went back south. One cache was on a bluff and we found it just at sunset. So beautiful! On in to Cambria where we had dinner at Linn's. Again. And back to the motel where I logged caches and Rich finally got to sleep. A good day!
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.4 miles clearing a bit
83 recordings of 42 types.
Rasmussen: -18: 44/54
This waiting to find out how things are going, and trying to be upbeat, is wearing. Rich said, on the way to Church this morning, that he thought he was deteriorating. I don't see it, and he says he doesn't feel worse, exactly. It sounds like he's getting discouraged.
So I was especially glad when the lady who took my retreat came by. She had beautiful pink roses that disappear against the pink fireplace wall. But the best thing was her visit: she gave Rich a big hug and stayed chatting for about an hour and really cheered him up. He's such a social being!
They win with a sweeping majority not seen since the 20’s and they act as if they won by the skin of their teeth. The difference between Rep and Dems, the Dems have the balls to enact their hardcore leftist agenda and the Republicans are terrified fo upseting the voter base. If you can’t see the writing on the wall then it’s time to find those who do and will act boldly. Now is NOT the time to be punting when our system is near collapse.
Republicans cut $50 million from the NRLB’s budget, in part because of their efforts to lower government spending, and in part to stop the NRLB from pushing de facto Card Check regulations. The recess appointment and renomination of Craig Becker played no small role in the budget cuts, too. The White House provoked that fight with the recess appointment, and this is the penalty to be paid. ...If Congress thinks that an NFL lockout is a priority, well, that explains a lot about Congress, the federal budget, and the insane growth of federal jurisdictions over the last several decades.
Heh…I was traveling this past week and missed the “lowest sh**” flub. Yet another WIBDI moment. But I had to go with his reprise of “acted stupidly” since he clearly doesn’t learn from his mistakes. flipflop on February 20, 2011 at 9:04 AM
“The protesters have every right to have their voices heard, but I’m not going to be intimidated into thinking I should ignore the voices of the five-and-a-half million taxpayers,” said Republican Gov. Scott Walker…
Ms. Wasserman-Schultz is more liberal than most so she’s really good at demogoguing issues, not discussing them. In this case, rather than defend it, she’s worried about terminology. I guess it’s much easier than defending the indefensible.
Fred Hoffman Current paycheck contributions by Wisconsin state employees: 6 percent for health care, 0 percent for pensions. The governor's proposal: 12 percent and 6 percent. Averages for private industry: 20 percent and 12 percent.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.4 miles rain, rain, rain
97 recordings of 45 types.
Rasmussen: -14: 46/52
Yesterday we chatted with the doctor a bit. He's very professional and doesn't treat Rich like a number, but I think any added personification can but help. The doctor had never heard of geocaching, for instance, but I think learning that Rich has an engrossing hobby might add just that little fillup of effort to his care. Also, of course, we learned a little bit about the doctor. It can't hurt.
I have a doctor's appointment on the 28th. I was annoyed because the woman TriCare gave me is apparently on vacation or transferred so I got a guy. Anyway, since it's a checkup especially interested in cholesterol and blood sugar, I should have a fasting blood test. So today I didn't have anything to eat and no coffee and I trotted over at 8 AM. First I had to find the clinic... since I was here last they put up a solar panel parking shade so the building didn't look the same.
I was #76 and they were on #67 so I thought I'd have quite a wait. However, it went fairly quickly... only they didn't have any orders for the lab test. Usually, it's a simple matter to go upstairs and have them put the orders on the computer. However, this time I told them I had an appointment on the 28th and what I needed, they took notes and said a nurse would be out to talk to me, and I waited 45 minutes. I finally decided to leave, and when I told the people at the desk they didn't even remember why I was there. So no blood test before my appointment. What a colossal waste of time.
I remember when I was with Rich talking to the urologist (back when the worst problem we had was prostate cancer) and I saw a sign in the clinic lobby for some female doctor looking for patients. I thought at the time that I might go to her, but then all these other problems popped up and I forgot. I think I'll check on Thursday, because I'm sick of these base people. That is, the people at the Base.
President Obama has acknowledged the challenges we face, but – thus far – he has done nothing to offer solutions. Now, worse, his political organization is colluding with special-interest allies across the country to demagogue reform-minded governors who are making the tough choices that the President is avoiding.
Niki Shinneman Yarnot I am listening to my oldest read stories to my youngest, replete with character voices and everything! ?
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Cancer: The Adventure of Your Life!, Teresa Kalvedage Matthews, The True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, St. Louis Marie de Montfort, Dewey, Vicki Myron, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.3 miles cold, clear
100 recordings of 46 types.
Rasmussen: -9: 48/50.
Rich's chemo started later than usual. I stuck around, so didn't go to the Retreat House, which was just as well as the doctor saw him while he was still getting the drugs. They were concerned about his low white blood count, so next week is off, and the schedule is being changed. Rich will have two weeks of chemo, then a week off. No good zapping the cancer faster if it also means you'll zap Rich faster, too. It will still be a month or so before we find out if this is doing any good.
Lets ask an expert in the field, Dr. Kermit Gosnell.
Electrongod on February 17, 2011 at 8:10 AM
Will this scalpel be used by the doctor we can allegedly keep? Or is this wielded by the foot thievs and tonsil rustlers?
crazy_legs on February 17, 2011 at 8:15 AM
It will be wielded by the witchdoctor guy from the Tuscon campaign rally/ memorial.
pugwriter on February 17, 2011 at 8:18 AM
He also thinks you use a shovel to get out of a hole. Clearly he’s a man with soft, soft hands.
rogerb on February 17, 2011 at 8:29 AM
Scott Ott Pres. Obama reminds us that union workers are our neighbors and friends, so we should treat them well. I agree, and would take it a step further, they're also taxpayers and often married to private-sector taxpayers. We should not punish them with ever-increasing taxes in a desperate attempt to prop up a system that is doomed to collapse.
William Bailey America makes the world go around, the world go around, the world go around.....until the government steps in and gives it a flat tire.:(
it’s a fallacious argument. Hitler was also a vegetarian who owned a dog. Are all vegetarians Nazis? All dog owners? The Nazis aren’t history’s great villains because Hitler opposed public-sector unions. To equate that with Naziism isn’t just reprehensible, it’s downright ignorant and minimizes the actual horrors of Naziism.
Thirty years ago, the public saw teachers as underpaid and overworked professionals trying to prepare the next generation for leadership. These days, the teachers unions are doing their best to present an image of arrogant entitlement combined with an inability to withstand scrutiny and accountability. When that $40 million failed to rescue Democrats from their midterm debacle, it may well have been a nuke-the-fridge moment that brought a dawning realization of the political albatross that teachers unions have become.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.3 miles showers, cold, rain, wind
96 recordings of 43 types.
Rasmussen: -10: 48/51
Niki Shinneman Yarnot Watching Gabe "wink" at someone is about the funniest thing ever.
Today we really wanted to go to the pizza party in Yuba City, and to geocache on the way. Would the storms stop in time? We decided to wait till after lunch because it looked like it would be clear then. And, indeed, apart from one (really bad) squall, we had clear (though windy and c-c-c-cold) caching.
And snow geese!!
Then I looked on the other side of the road and a bald eagle was flying low there! I grabbed the camera and turned it on and followed it, then turned it off and closed it up. Unfortunately, I hadn't actually turned it on to begin with, so the only thing I got was at the end, putting the camera down and closing it. Sulk! Still, a very very neat sight.
15 caches, 2 no-finds, 1.3 miles walked. We got the two I thought we might not get because they were too high, and we found one that hadn't been found since July that I was also wondering about.
Rich got a toy car in the raffle. And we told people how the chemo is going so far. A good day!
0bama Unveils Surreal Budget . In this budget, in his refusal to do anything concrete to tackle the looming entitlement debt, in his failure to address the generational injustice, in his blithe indifference to the increasing danger of default, he has betrayed those of us who took him to be a serious president prepared to put the good of the country before his short term political interests. [Andrew Sullivan, of all people] ...To all those under 30 who worked so hard to get this man elected, know this: he just screwed you over. He thinks you’re fools. Either the US will go into default because of Obama’s cowardice, or you will be paying far far more for far far less because this president has no courage when it counts. He let you down. On the critical issue of America’s fiscal crisis, he represents no hope and no change. Just the same old Washington politics he once promised to end.
I’m tempted to say that this, not ObamaCare, will be the cornerstone of his legacy, but that’s really a false choice. They’re two sides of the same coin: He has a policy agenda but we don’t have the money to pay for it, and so one or the other must yield.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.3 miles cloudy, showers
100 recordings of 49 types. I took off the movies (except for Toy Story 1 and 2) getting it to 94/43.
Rasmussen: -9: 48/51
I had a bright idea while reading Kate Gosselin's book (I know, I know, but it was helpful) and grabbed a Sharpie to draw pictures on the bins in the playroom. It won't make Gareth any neater, but it might help a little when it's time for him to put some of the blocks or Lego away. So when Rich returned from his softball hunt, I sent him in to look, even telling him to look at the toy bins. "Oh, you're using the kitty litter bins for toys." Yeah, I've been doing it for over a year, and he knew it. I've found out later that there's such a thing as "chemo brain" something like "pregnancy brain" and it's not permanent. So I told him no, to look AT the bins. He didn't see it. See the labels! "What labels?" so I had to dump the cat off my lap and go show him. This is the same guy who can spot a dime from 100 feet away. Un-frickin'-believable.
It's Pagan's birthday so he's in town. He visited today. We went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant where I really liked the chilis rellenos. Then we hit up a couple of thrift shops. I got a couple of neat kid's books, and some "car keys" and a Muno guitar. I can hardly wait for Gareth's next visit.
I made a good Italian sausage and lentil soup, then went off to Presentation for the reading group. I'm not going to be ready for the planned consecration on March 25: I haven't read very far, and I really need to finish the book before the long prayer cycle on which would start Sunday. Oh, well, maybe in August.
One of the stories Father Ice-Cream told was about when his sister was going off to college. She had full scholarships to a number of high-end colleges and nothing from Notre Dame. Their Dad took her on a tour of the universities: Georgetown, Boston College, and they finished at Notre Dame. It appealed to both of them. They, individually, prayed to the Blessed Virgin Mary that she would choose the institution that would be best for her. Both, individually, got the feeling that Notre Dame was the correct choice. (I was reminded that I asked Mother Mary for help with my vocation. Was I supposed to marry or go into a convent? Also, later, was Rich the right choice? And she directed me the correct way.)
Anyway. On the plane dad and daughter discussed the choice and both thought it should be Notre Dame. "But we can't afford it." (The ice-cream parlor had overextended and was in deep financial trouble, 11 years of lawsuits and trouble.) "Never mind," says Dad, "we'll make it work." Mom, who according to Father Ice-Cream, "was not on the same page," was so angry she had to go into the other room when they announced the decision.
So sister went off to Notre Dame, and the bill came... $20K. Dad hit reality rather hard, maybe he'd have to bring her home: so he prayed "hey, you told us this was the right choice, help" and the phone rang. The lawsuits were settled, the company was back in the black, and dad's share was, you guessed it, $20K.
Father has lots of great stories. I really enjoy these talks.
David Burge Attention ladies - my full body scan should be in TSA database now. Please remember that objects on screen are larger than they appear.
If they’re going to call Obama gutless for not tackling entitlements — which he is — then he can’t very well turn around and make a deal with the GOP on Social Security and Medicare. It’d look like a total cave; his base would go nuts. Better for him to stay away and accuse Republicans during the campaign of wanting to raid granny’s bank account because they hate old people or whatever. Because, see, that’s what a leader who’d ostensibly rather be a great one-term president than a mediocre two-termer would do. He’d duck the biggest issue of his time, then demagogue the hell out of it for electoral gain. That’s what Lincoln would do, no?
What's the rush? The One dared to compare public anxiety after decades of federal complacency about the debt to frustration that it took three! whole! weeks! to oust Mubarak.
Obama and his advisers seem to have convinced themselves that most problems are a matter of “messaging” or “communication.” But when Obama communicates a flawed message or misrepresents facts, he compounds his own difficulties, making it that much more difficult for his allies to defend him and all the more easy for opponents to demonstrate that he’s not leading on the crucial issues of the day.
I never thought he’d make me nostalgic for Bush’s communication skills. And yet . . . .
0bama just doesn't understand. If President Obama thinks education is so important, then why is he hell bent on financially crippling those who seek education? Seriously, why can’t he understand that making education affordable for everybody is not achieved simply by giving everybody the opportunity to take out loans that they cannot pay back? . . . I want somebody to explain to me why this president — one who has enjoyed overwhelming support from the young and college-educated — has a blind spot when it comes to the cost of student loans. . . . Forget about the lawyers for a second. Think about the years doctors will spend accruing interest while they study. Think about a mathematics Ph.D candidate who might start grad school when he’s 22 and have nearly a decade of interest waiting for him when he graduates into professorial market. This plan will make it harder for thousands of the very people Obama says we need more of to achieve financial security before they’re eligible for (soon to be non-existent) Social Security.
Obama and his advisers seem to have convinced themselves that most problems are a matter of “messaging” or “communication.” But when Obama communicates a flawed message or misrepresents facts, he compounds his own difficulties, making it that much more difficult for his allies to defend him and all the more easy for opponents to demonstrate that he’s not leading on the crucial issues of the day.
I never thought he’d make me nostalgic for Bush’s communication skills. And yet . . . .
Kick The Can Kid Down The Road. “After all, it’s our kids – not cans – that will feel the boot as multiplying debt forces future taxpayers to do even more with even less.”
The Age of Napoleon, p. 222 34.3 miles cloudy, showers
99 recordings of 47 types.
Rasmussen: -10: 48/52.
It's library day, and Bernadette picked me up. Rob's mother had come for a visit and came along, too. I found Yet Another Book to borrow. Then I went in to watch the littles. Gareth was quite interested in the Play-doh today. I went over to help. Joanna was really socializing.
Then they came over here. Lunch, a bit of video, showing off the living room, a bit of a nap, and Rich didn't come and DIDN'T come. It always seems that he's delayed when I want him here. By the time he got here, I was about at the end of my rope. Surprisingly, it was mostly Gareth. He had been really good, but was getting bored and dumping toys.
Once Rich finally arrived and chatted with Joan, I kicked them out. I'm SO TIRED.
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Fighting Cancer with the Help of your Catholic Faith, Lorene Hanley Duquin, Cancer: The Adventure of Your Life!, Teresa Kalvedage Matthews, The True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, St. Louis Marie de Montfort, I Just Want You to Know, Kate Gosselin, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
Yesterday Gareth was driving his folks nuts, so I thought I'd give Rob a break today and take him for the afternoon. Bernadette brought him on her way to work. He saw the end of Fox News Sunday on the TV and read the logo... "Fox."
After lunch (ravioli) we took him to the nearby park where I think a family picnic would work out. The last time I took him here he kept wanting to get back in the car, but this time he was really excited with the playground. He went down the little slide but preferred the area with the ramps and bridges. Still, he couldn't get to the twisty slide, because the way to it was a little scary for him. He actually got on the first step but decided not to go any farther. He'll get it. There were other slides to go down. He didn't like being put on the bouncy car. Anyway, he was there about an hour, which tired him out nicely.
There was a group of Muslims who were having a party. I never got a chance to ask what the occasion was, but one table was covered in a beautiful white cloth and there were flowers and candles on another. Looked interesting.
Rich was wearing his coat, "coat on" and I pointed out the Steelers logo. "Go Steelers" he said. Obviously the kid is being raised correctly.
And we took him back at 4:30. Rob had had a chance to do some handyman things, so win-win.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 210 34.3 miles clear, cold in morning
91 recordings of 48 types.
I'm 1.7 pounds down! My blood pressure is borderline.
Rasmussen: -11: 48/51
This was an exciting, grace-filled day. We went down to the Cathedral to the Healing Mass for the Worldwide Day of the Sick. We missed the first train by seconds, and I was upset by that (a small thing, taking the place of the Big Thing.) However, we were still in plenty of time to get seats about 6 pews back in the center. I saw some people I know. As I browsed through the program, I saw a couple of songs called "Fraction"s. I'm not sure what that means, but as I said to Rich, "I didn't know there'd be math!" Of course he didn't hear me right and explained that yes, it was a Mass.
The Knights of Malta, who were assisting the priests and serving as ushers, had black robes with the Maltese cross on them. Rich wondered which one had the Falcon.
The assistant to the Bishop is our former associate, the SF fan. I was looking for him afterwards to ask if he was going to Renovation (the WorldCon in Reno) this summer. However, he was off doing his job. Another of our former pastors was one of the priests there. At one point I thought he was chewing gum, but I bet it was medicine.
After the homily, the Bishop gave out oil to each priest and they went to various stations throughout the church for the Anointing of the Sick. This is for serious illness, or upcoming surgery. It was called the Last Rites when we were growing up, and while I know it's not necessarily that dire any more, that's still the first name I think of for the sacrament.
Rich got in line, I stayed back in the pew. The priest traced an oily cross on his forehead and prayed "Through this holy anointing may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit", and on the hands, with the prayer "May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up". I've never seen this sacrament before. I was saddened by the children who were getting anointed. God's mercy is infinite, or I'd feel guilty about taking a blessing away from then. The Church says the grace of this sacrament is "strengthening, peace and courage."
Toward the end of Mass there was a blessing of caretakers. I was standing, but the prayer sounded more like it was for professionals. Oh, well. I didn't steal a blessing.
Then, at the very end, we could go bless ourselves with holy water from Lourdes. Rich made sure to get some on his chest.
One of the books discusses "visualization" as a way of picturing the fight against the cancer. I read that the cancer cells are like prehistoric life, before the cells got some regulation. So I have these prehistoric monsters in his lung, little Godzillas/dragons, and his blood cells are knights in armor, little St. Georges. The anointing made them stronger and the Lourdes water gave them strong shields. Let the crusades/dragon removal begin!
We had lunch at the Crest cafe. Middle Eastern cuisine. I had a Shwarma chicken caesar wrap, yum. And so home. Good day.
Can Israel survive 0bama? Some of the commenters responding to that prior post castigated me, insisting that the threat to Israel was not from a second Obama term, but from the first.
Given where we are today, the situation has deteriorated dramatically. I fear my readers may have been right. The threat to Israel is immediate, not long term.
...Rather than working the past two years to smooth transitions in the Middle East, the Obama administration has undercut allies without laying the foundation for stability or transition. And into that vacuum will step the worst elements, emboldened by a pattern of the United States abandoning its allies.
Don Surber knows the Hokey-Pokey is what it's all about.
Well I might buy that if I had not decided that Obama does not ‘throw weight’, he just throws words. He’s too lazy and too indifferent to bother throwing any weight around on anything he did not initiate(and even then he backs down if it takes too much to see it through). If he can’t toss the ball to someone else(recall Reid and Pelosi)for the heavy work and if his perceived charm can’t turn it around then he either dosen’t know any other solutions or doesn’t care or both.
You know…. This obama man is terrifying. I believe he actually thought that he could get the leader of a proud nation to step down so that “he” could take credit for the “transformational change” that was unfolding before our eyes.
He needs to be removed from office. He is a buffoon, an embarrassment and more than anything else, he is dangerous.
Key West Reader on February 11, 2011 at 8:21 AM
We Won't Fly Michael Roberts: "Seriously, people – don’t you get it? They’re not going to stop until they are made to stop. If you let the goons fondle your ‘nads so you can watch a bunch of grown men play a ballgame for more money than you’ll make in your lifetime, you’re stupid. And you’re a traitor. And you should apologize to your children for the slavery they will have to endure because of your weakness of mind and will"
True tweet from: @edstetzer I think the #TSA misunderstood their mandate to stop "terrorism." They thought they were to stop "tourism." It's working.
Gibbs: "An honor and a privilege" (so he could smirk and snark at everyone.) I won't miss him.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 210 29.1 miles clear, cold in morning
96 recordings of 45 types.
Rasmussen: -9: 50/50
OOTD. it seems that Obama’s been a lot more reckless and arrogant than Bush ever was with what had been a decades-long American ally in a very unstable region.
It's chemotherapy day! We went out closer to the time this week. I took a Danielle Steel (she really needs one more "e" there) book to trade for one that appealed to me last week, The Book Thief. Unfortunately, apparently someone else got it. Oh, well. I still left the romance. Next week I'll leave the mystery I'm reading, which I didn't quite manage to finish in time.
They also have, in the waiting room, "free for our patients" magazines and I took the National Geographic of the oil spill. Then it was time to set up. Rich's white blood count is down significantly, though the important kind of white blood cells is still OK.
Again, I went to the Retreat House (last week I said it was a block away: I really meant to say a mile). After Mass I bought "Cancer: The Adventure of Your Life!" All told, you know, we'd rather not.
Back at chemo, Rich's neighbor (pancreatic cancer, also started chemo (post-op) last week) struck up a conversation. The interesting thing he knows is all about collecting purple glass. I'm kind of gathering people's priorities have shifted somewhat, but it was interesting. One woman kind of took everyone back by asking "How long do I have?" She meant for her treatment, but of course it's the question everyone has, and maybe it could have been phrased differently.
Rich still feels pretty good afterwards. He thinks maybe he could even drive home, but no, I'm going to do it. I was figuring out which Sesame Street ABC books we still needed when Rich managed to knock my drink over.
Then I took a couple of bags of books to the library and actually found a couple of books I'm interested in reading: Kate Gosselin's new one... while I really didn't like the whining and manipulation in Alaska, on the whole I find her interesting; and a book about Dewey the library cat. Like I really need something to read here. Ha.
roberty bob says: February 10, 2011 at 6:12 PM New Book . . .
TALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN: How I Used the Ancient Art of Hieroglyphics to Hoodwink Barack Hussein Obama by Hosni Mubarak
Buck O'Fama says: February 10, 2011 at 6:23 PM
“Mubarak is a loyal friend of the United States and Israel.”
Well, Mubarak WAS a loyal friend of the United States and Israel. With friends like Obama, enemies are just downright redundant.
Blackfive asks: How the Hell are we supposed to make any coherent policy when our DNI is so monumnetally ill-informed that he makes Biden look wise.
eoros 02/10/11 17:35 To AliceL.: The incident you are trying to recall was in December when Clapper was asked by Diane Sawyer about the arrests of 12 terrorist suspects in London earlier that day. He did not know anything about it
[Because the CIA was wrong that M. would resign...] It looks like those in charge of security in the US are only informed of the threat of little old ladies and gentlemen trying to get on airplanes. Allah help us all!! Sorry that should read GOD HELP US ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Posted by: capt_bob at February 10, 2011 6:45 PM
Aaron Miller, Woodrow Wilson Intelligence center: this administration is talking too much with too little influence and out of step with what's actually happening and it's a sad reflection on a great power.
From the top down, this regime is amateur hour. It does give me some comfort in knowing the bureaucracy in place can somehow keep the country going, at least in the short term, because Obama and his people are clowns.
Ramona Walden Flaherty If our Boy Wonder president hadn't stuck his nose in it, I think Mubarak would have made a deal with the protesters and it would have ended peacefully. Saudi King had to call Obama to tell him not to humiliate Mubarak, but it was too late, he already had. Now they are in a pissing contest that no one will win! And we helped.
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Fighting Cancer with the Help of your Catholic Faith, Lorene Hanley Duquin, Cancer: The Adventure of Your Life!, Teresa Kalvedage Matthews, The True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, St. Louis Marie de Montfort, Flashback, Nevada Barr, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
It's been building for awhile. The kids for some reason thought it would be a great idea if we all went to Hawaii for our 40th anniversary. Uh... no. I don't think so. I want to go look at volcanoes and historical sights and they want to snorkel and swim and go to playgrounds, and whose anniversary is it, anyways? So we said "Noooooooo!" and ran away and did Hawaii on our own in May of that year. Then we went to Wyoming at the actual 40th anniverary time, and had our priest renew our vows, but by that time, the kids had given up and forgotten. (We didn't even get a card from most of them.)
So they felt guilty, apparently, and were going to do something for our 45th... only, hello? there it was last September and Rich organized the girls to come and the boys to phone and it was great but the kids had blown it.
So right, they began to plan our 50th, discussing all sorts of places we could go as a family, but then the light dawned, DISNEYLAND! It's where we honeymooned and they thought it would be nice to make it full circle.
Then Rich got sick. Panic set in and they decided this was the year, now or never. Meanwhile, I'm chugging along making plans for having Monica's kids come for a week, Rich's health permitting. Monica mentioned Disneyland when we were all together on Saturday, and Vince talked about it a little, but I thought it would be later. Suddenly, I got an e-mail from Monica telling me Disneyland was on in June (right when I had the tickets for the girls.) Eeek!
For one thing, we don't know how Rich will be then, we don't know if he'll be having different treatments, we don't think we should be going out of town. Rich's immediate response was "NO! I don't want to!" It's too loud and busy and hard to actually talk to anyone. We don't think it'd be fun at all.
Then there are a few things about chemotherapy: you get tired easily. Your immune system is compromised and you shouldn't be exposed to germs and viruses. Your skin is sensitive to sun. Disneyland doesn't address any of these things.
I don't know, somehow going with a gazillion kids to a theme park with huge lines in the height of the summer doesn't seem like it would be that curative. It's kind of like the "wouldn't it be fun if we all went to Hawaii together?" Not so much. I'm a little dubious about any big family trip anywhere. We actually tried to get together with Roni at Disneyland, but that was when my mother-in-law died so we went to Pittsburgh instead. One family at a time, sure. It's fun. But 13 kids all wanting to go their own places, disaster on the hoof. I worry that the stresses of travel would lead to family feuds, just the opposite of the purpose of the trip.
Monica had fun with the inlaws on the cruise last year, but there were 8 of them, and only her children. There's 25 of us. I shudder. I love them all madly, but I shudder.
So the current plan is an all-day picnic at a nearby park. Nearby enough so we can get Rich home if he needs a break. Then Monica has all kinds of plans for other places to go: depends on the time if we go along... and I'm thinking of them visiting here one or two families at a time. If Rich is well enough, we might all go to Coloma, a place I'd hoped to take the girls.
And we'll celebrate with a party on our 50th (I know a couple of venues to rent) and go to Disneyland (just us) on our 60th. Or, OK, maybe our 55th.
Another thing I'm thinking/hoping, is to get some of the Pittsburgh bunch out here next year when Rich is 70.
It was a whack upside my head with a reality brick, though. Rich looks and acts so well, but we actually, physically, canNOT go to Disneyland. Or a lot of other things. It's easy to forget while things seem so normal. But they're not.
John Hinderaker To me, the funniest thing about liberals is that they think they're smart. Sometimes, you just have to laugh at them.
Lawrence Tribe lectures the Supreme Court. His goal here isn’t to persuade Times readers that he’s correct on the legal merits; his goal is to persuade Times readers that if the Supreme Court disagrees with him, it is, must, and can only be because they’re right-wing hacks with no regard for the Constitution or for precedent. ...it’s a nakedly political argument dressed up as a plea to keep politics out of law.
You've gotta use Explorer to view this, if you want to see the videos. (I just realized when looking at Firefox). I don't know how it goes on a Mac.
There was an interesting quote on 19 Kids and Counting: "long blond hair...really looks the part of Jesus." Oooooo-kay.
It was a good day. Rich sold softballs, and the Woot present is working. He seems to be having fun digitizing our records.
I finally gave up on Glee, I just don't get it. Took off Covert Affairs, Dark Blue, Eureka, and Survivor! (I don't like the sound of the new one at all. I'm so tired of bad Russell and of Rob-n-Amber. And I was not that interested in the last one, either. When the Amazing Race comes back on, though, I'll be watching that.) Sadly, the Good Guys was cancelled.
These are the shows on my list: they aren't all on at the time, but I should be able to get them when they return.
19 Kids and Counting Antiques Roadshow Brothers and Sisters Burn Notice (a favorite) California's Gold with Huell Howser Chopped Cold Case Come Dine With Me (I loved this one, and hope it comes back.) Criminal Minds, two channels. I only have one of the old shows to see. CSI CSI: Miami CSI: NY Dancing with the Stars Deadliest Catch Desperate Housewives Detroit 1-8-7 Fairly Legal FOX News Sunday with Chris Wallace Great Migrations Grey's Anatomy Hannity Harry's Law Hawaii Five-O Heavy Hell's Kitchen Hoarders Hoarding: Buried Alive Ice Road Truckers Kate Plus 8 (Even though she was a major whiny loser in Alaska!) Kitchen Nightmares Law & Order (there are 8 left I haven't seen) L&O: LA L&O: SVU, two channels. (the series I'm working on now.) L&O: UK Leverage (my absolute favorite) Mad Men Masterpiece Mystery! NCIS NCIS: Los Angeles Orangutan Island Parenthood Ramsay's Best Restaurant Renovation Realities Restaurant: Impossible (a weak imitation of Kitchen Nightmares) Rizzoli&Isles Road Trip with Huell Howser Southland Special Report with Bret Baier Storage Wars The Apprentice The Biggest Loser 11: Couples The Choir The Defenders The Good Wife The O'Reilly Factor The Tudors Top Chef Two Fat Ladies White Collar (another favorite) Who Do You Think You Are? Worst Cooks in America
...they laid the sick in the market places, and entreated Him to let them touch but the tassel of His cloak; and as many as touched Him were healed.--- Mark 6:56.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 207 29.0 miles clear
76 recordings of 35 types.
Rasmussen: -10: 49/50. This would be funny if it weren't so pathetic.
I went over to Presentation for Mass today. I'm a little jealous. Father Ice-Cream has 70 or so people coming to daily Mass! He is currently running a reading group (which I attend) about our Blessed Mother that gets 200 people. He prayed to get nuns back at the school and some Dominicans said that's just what they wanted to do, and the school is thriving. And a few years ago they had to let a lot of people go and now he's re-hiring: a part time music director, a full time liturgical person, and a part-time youth minister. Father E. is very nice and I like him, but my parish is just stumbling along.
The Gospel was about Jesus healing people. Where's a tassle when you need one?
Look who's on TV.
So Megyn Kelley was talking about the Christina Aguilera mess and behind her there's writing: "What she sang" "What she should have sang." "Should have sang"??? The English, she is hard.
The end of the Blue Dogs. Obama and Pelosi have done what even Reagan couldn’t do — convert Southern Democrats to the GOP.
Presidential Boots too Big to Fill. The constant attempts to associate Obama with historic presidents does him no favors. It only makes it all too apparent that the boots of great presidents are too big for him to fill. While Democratic wonks lust for a crisis, they would be better off hoping for peace and tranquility. Obama has already shown that he can't handle a crisis. He can't manage wars or economic depressions or international turmoil or anything more complicated than the dinner menu. His real skills are those of a subpar actor and an average speechwriter...
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Fighting Cancer with the Help of your Catholic Faith, Lorene Hanley Duquin, The True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, St. Louis Marie de Montfort, Flashback, Nevada Barr, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
Last night the front door hadn't been closed tightly, so after I went to bed Spooky worked it open and went out. Vince, who'd been talking to Rich, noticed it about midnight as he started to bed. I got out to look for the cat, but the three of us had no luck calling him in, and I was just too tired to stay up and worry so I went back to bed, saying a quick prayer. (Once I got over the idea that satisfactory prayer answers are limited and if I got my way about the cat, maybe I wouldn't about Rich. What is it about "God's love is infinite" I don't understand?) I woke up about 4 and let the dog out, and when I went to let him back in, a black streak of cat came in first. Silly cat! Whew!
Vince came to church with us, and Bernadette met us there. I'd forgotten to bring books for Gareth, and he was all wiggles and squirms, but overall well-behaved. Father greeted them in church and also wished Rich a happy birthday. We stopped at the Croatian bakesale and got baklava for all and the puff pastry for all. Then Bernadette had to take the kids home so she could go to work, and Vince took us to breakfast. Again I overate. I'm going to have to be a lot more careful before my blood test! (Acting like my Mom, who would try to "fool the doctor" by being good for two weeks before her appointment!)
Then we took him out to the airport, and came back for the Super Bowl.
I took the dog for a 4-mile walk. We'll be getting a dog bandana from Subaru.
Glory, you'd think these teams had single-handedly saved democracy. It's JUST A GAME!!
Elin Carlson Footnote: when a singer screams and hotdogs and grandstands without regard for the real meaning the lyric, odds are high that SHE WILL MESS UP THE WORDS. Newsflash: singing the National Anthem... is NOT about YOU. It's about honoring this most exceptional and grand experiment of self-government [waves flag].
I took a much-needed nap during the 3rd quarter. Rich was quite distressed when Pittsburgh lost. I repeat, it's just a game! However, it would have been nice of the Packers to consider his medical condition and not upset him.
Kymm Zuckert Mom has been talking about the horse in Tangled since she saw it, months ago, until I had to say "Enough with the horse!" Now I have seen Tangled and all I can say is the horse was so awesome! As was the whole movie.
Legal Insurrection The Wikileaks cables, therefore, actually create a false controversy which distracts from the real issue, which is that the New START Treaty deceptively was sold to the American public as a reduction of missiles on both sides, when in fact there only will be a U.S. reduction.
And: How is it that we insist on a policy of regime change for our closest Muslim ally but not our worst Muslim enemy?
This administration still talks softly with anti-American regimes and carries a big stick with our friends.
None of this means the administration is wrong about Egypt, but it sure would be nice for Obama to start making demands on our enemies too.
Remember when Obama the candidate insisted that he would restore our standing with friends and allies after the supposedly inept diplomacy of the Bush administration? We do not increase our standing among friends or foes when we stab the former in the back for the sake of the latter. Instead, we look craven, disloyal, and inept.
Regardless of what Obama thinks of American nuclear deterrents and policy, he has no right to undermine the policies of our closest ally and stalwart friend, especially as they fight with us in Afghanistan. Congress should immediately investigate this, and if possible the Senate should revoke its ratification of START.
"What’s kind of embarrassing is that all day I’ve still been writing the Year of the Tiger on all my checks."
Rasmussen: -17: 46/53. The president’s Approval Index ratings have fallen nine points since Monday as the crisis in Egypt unfolds. Most of the decline comes from a fall in the number who Strongly Approve of the president’s performance (30% on Monday, 23% now). However, for the first time since mid-December, the number who Strongly Disapprove has moved back over the 40% mark for five straight days. The Strongly Disapprove total had been above 40% for most of 2010 but fell to the high-30s after the president and Senate Republicans reached a deal to extend the Bush Administration tax cuts.
I'm .2 pounds down for the week, which is good considering how I overate last night. Blood pressure still too high.
Vince made breakfast! Unfortunately, I'd already eaten, so it was just for him and Rich, but it sure looked good.
It's Rich's birthday, and the girls came to help celebrate. To my surprise, R.J. came as well. We had boxes of stuff for Monica, who was busy taking her car apart to get a pen Charlotte had lost. Genevieve was quite taken with the cheerleading outfit and wanted to try it on, but wanted M's help. Monica stood up to her and Genevieve looked quite cute in the outfit.
It was a zoo. At one point Monica's girls were fussing about something and she dismissed them with "It's not about you." Later, after lunch, Monica was sitting at the far side of the table and I spied Charlotte coming over all clouded up, planning to cry or tattle or both, but then she saw how hard it would be to work her way to her mommy, and back to the playroom she went.
They were funny in the playroom. They kept throwing Gareth out. Wait a minute....
Teddy found the Lego and I directed him to the back room to play with it, out of reach of Gareth.
Bernadette and I left to get the Buca to Go (I had a $100 gift certificate from the Retreat House and ordered 2 garlic breads, a chopped antipasto salad, baked ravioli and chicken carbonara.) That was $97 something and with tax would have been $106 something but the guy waived the tax because it was a gift certificate. We left Joanna in her aunts' hands, ready to cry. Apparently she fussed for awhile, but they put her into the playpen and she felt safe and relaxed. Meanwhile, I couldn't remember where Buca de Beppo was, and we went up and down two streets till Bernadette asked me if I had my cell phone with me... duh. Welcome to the 20th century! They told us where they were, so we were only about 15 minutes later than I'd said we would be.
Vince had helped me put two leaves in the table and put the tablecloth on (twice since I got it wrong side up the first time), and we managed to get enough chairs around the table and get the kids fed. I thought that was a big enough variety that they'd find something. Then out they went again. Gareth had been a little upset at first that the Kids were out and he wasn't. Later, when we had Bernadette's cake, everyone went outside. Somehow, in this mess, my carpet was unscathed. When Gareth was out, he kept getting into dangerous stuff, and he got really messy. He also got to play with his cousins, which he really likes.
Rich opened his presents with the grownups. Monica had picked up a Mardi Gras basket at Cost Plus: Praline pancake mix, bread pudding mix, jambalaya mix, two fun candy bars, two different spicy chips. Oh, and three strings of Mardi Gras beads. Which will replace the three that went when the kids picked something from "Nana's treasure box" (Genevieve took a hair clip: my treasure is changing a bit, too.) Roni's present is on the way. Vince and Niki had shirts for both of us, that say "My son is a rocket scientist, what does your kid do?" Heh. Bernadette had gotten Rich 3 thin long-sleeve shirts because the chemo will make his skin sensitive to the sun, so he'll have to cover up when gardening. And my Woot! gift for him was a turntable to translate vinyl (we have so many records) to MP3s. I figured this was a long-term project.
Then we called the kids in to sing and out to have their cake.
Before they left, Monica told the kids they had to pick up the playroom... and they did! Where were they when I needed them??
Such a nice day. After Bernadette gave Gareth a quick shower and left, Rich had a long nap. Hardly surprising.
Vince had a chance to sleep in, which hasn't been happening with an intense work project. Once he was up, Rich put him to work taking down our antenna, which we don't need since we went on cable. Then, after lunch, we went down to the Cosumnes River Preserve to look for sandhill cranes. Vince seemed to enjoy that.
I really need a tripod!
Then on the way to Bernadette's, we stopped to look for one cache... and it had fallen. We were about to give up, but Vince, the non-cacher, found it. He's in serious danger of losing his squib status. We put it back where it belongs, and looked at the ladybugs.
A nice visit with Bernarob. Joanna decided Uncle Vince was scary, but she later thought he was all right. She demonstrated her less-strident shriek, but not the full thing. Gareth had a great time exploring the back yard while Bernadette was showing Vince what they had done.
Rob made chili... he thought it was pretty mild, but actually it was pretty four-alarm, and Gareth was resisting eating it. I think it was a bit too spicy for him. Also, if someone's mucous stomach lining will be compromised by the chemo, Rich probably shouldn't have it any more. But tonight, so good!!
Roni found a family tree link and some "Yarnot" newspaper clippings: I spent some time browsing. There's nothing more recent than 1975:
Topics A continuation of discussion concerning Ihe new topics available for study in the next biennium was held when the Blylheville branch of the American Association of University Women mel Monday night at the Ark-Mo Power Building. Mrs. Richard Yarnot led the discussion on the topic, Global Interdependence: Budgeting for Earth.
(Babcha's obituary. Jimmy is the only surviving sibling now. He didn't come to my mother-in-law's 90th, but did come to the funeral.)
Daily Courier, The Tuesday, November 10, 1970 Connellsville, Pennsylvania, United States Of America
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in 1958 and Anthony in 1967. She is survived by six sons, John at home, Jo- seph of Hyattsville, Md., Steve of Texarkana, Texas, Walter of Canoga Park, Calif., Andrew of Cleveland, Ohio, and James of Pittsburgh; five daughters, Mrs. Edward (Katherine) Yarnot of Pittsburgh, Mrs. Mat- thew (Mary) Flynn of Brooklyn, N Y., Mrs. Theodore (Helen) Ondo of McKees Rocks, Mrs Charles (Ann) Meshmsky of Biergenfield, N. J., and Mrs. Theodor
This is one uncle's obituary, badly scanned:
Evening Standard, The Wednesday, April 24, 1957 Uniontown, Pennsylvania, United States Of America
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Columbus 3369 oc Car- mlchaels. Pa. and the Holy Name Society. He Is survived by his wife, Anna, ont daughter, Rose Marie his mother. Mrs. Anna Luch of Tower Hill and the following brothers and sisters; Tony of Tow- er Hill. Mrs. Edward (Catherine) Yarnot of Pittsburgh, Mrs Mat- thew (Mary) Flynn of New Tori, Joseph of Washington. D C Steve of Texarcana, Walter of California, ijrs. Ted (Helen) Onito of Pittsburgh, James of Pitts- burg
This is not our Frank Yarnot, either: Deputy Sheriff Ernest Howard lef Saturday for Great Palls to return Frank Yarnot , alias Fred W. Wilson and Fred Armstrong, about 36, wlio 1 wanted here for allegedly writin worthless checks
your paper for the fine coverage you gave us; and of course the many people who donated such a wide selection of books and them who turned out and bought them. Once again, thank you. Sincerely, Jan Yarnot ,
Rich has no idea who this is: I thought maybe a cousin of his dad's.
Private First Class Elmer J, Yarnot , 19 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Antoni Yarnot of Wyano, is spending a 30-day furlough with his parents. Private First Class Yarnot participated in the inva- sion of Normandy and wa
Halloween was an entirely new experience to Veronica and Monica Yarnol and Ihey celebrated it to the fullest... even threw in a double-birthday party for good measure. The daughlersof Jan and Richard Yarnot , Veronica was seven on Thursday and Monica was six on Oct. 20. Halloween wasn'l celebrated in England where Captain Yarnot was previously slationed, al least not where they lived
And now, for something completely different:
Monty Wolf Reagan: “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.”
Obama: We are that generation.
Reagan: Fostered national pride in the military. ... Obama: Fostered gay pride in the military.
Reagan: Made big government a bad word.
Obama: Made big government a bad dream.
Reagan: A shining city on a hill.
Obama: A home mortgage under water.
Reagan: Stood up to the Soviets.
Obama: Bowed to the Saudis.
Reagan: “Tear down this wall.”
Obama: Tearing down this country.
Reagan: “Concentrated power has always been the enemy of liberty.”
Obama: Concentrated power has always been the objective.
Reagan: Put labor unions in their place.
Obama: Put labor unions in charge.
Reagan: National health care is socialism.
Obama: National health care is socialism.
Reagan: Morning in America.
Obama: Mourning for America.
Reagan: “Man is not free unless government is limited.”
Obama: Man is not limited unless government is free.
Reagan: “Government programs, once launched, never disappear.”
Obama: That’s the plan.
Reagan: “The best minds are not in government.”
Obama: The best mind is in the Oval Office.
Reagan: “I did not take the oath I have just taken with the intention of presiding over the dissolution of the world’s strongest economy.”
Obama: It’s all Bush’s fault.
Reagan: Our adversaries “counted on America to be passive. They counted wrong.”
Obama: Who else can I apologize to?
Reagan: “Trust, but verify.”
Obama: Let’s do whatever Putin wants.
Reagan: “We have a rendezvous with destiny.”
Obama: I have a rendezvous with destiny.
Reagan: Abortion is murder.
Obama: Abortion is paid for.
Reagan: Appointed the wise Justice Scalia
Obama: Appointed a wise Latina
Reagan: Proposed a missile defense
Obama: Disposed of missile defense
Reagan: “Go ahead, make my day.”
Obama: Go ahead, tax and spend.
Reagan: "The nine most terrifying words in the English language are:"
Obama: I’m from the government and I’m here to help.
Reagan: “Let’s not go overboard in setting and enforcing tough emission standards from man-made sources.”
Obama: Why not?
Reagan: Middle class values
Obama: Middle class tax hikes
Reagan: Supported the death penalty
Obama: Supports the death panels
Reagan: “I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead.”
Chemotherapy today. We got there 15 minutes before the office opened. They have a library there, it looks like you leave a book and take one. I'm thinking if I'm through with my current book next week, I might trade it for one that intrigued me there. When we went back to the chemo room, it was a nice surprise. Big comfy chairs (for the patients: ordinary plastic chairs for people with them) and he can get up to go to the bathroom (which he said was the best thing) and, he tells me, brownies. The nurse was very nice and explained everything. I left for an hour to go to Mass at the Retreat House, and came back to a full room (10 patients).
Unlike the really crowded Mass last week, this week they heard me about Rich and afterwards I got a lot of offers of prayers. Brother Kirk was especially concerned. I also spied a nice book which I'll get next week. The chemo people had a great cookbook for Rich, recipes to deal with various side effects.
He was finished about a half-hour before we'd anticipated. I drove him home. Then this afternoon he had his regular doctor's appointment. She got the whole sordid story from him and they're talking about greasing his knee. We stopped by X-Ray to get his knee looked at. And so home.
It feels good to be actually Doing Something. And we're quicker about it than many, because of lucky appointments and determination to get started.
Roni's mother-in-law called. She expressed sympathy. She says we always seem to enjoy life. And she's praying.
Rich napped, and I watched the clock. He didn't have any nausea today. After dinner he was sitting in front of the TV and at 9:15 I told him to go to the bathroom, I was taking him for a drive. He didn't ask.
Out I went toward the airport. He didn't ask. I said I was looking for the free waiting lot (they've changed the name from the "cell phone lot", which makes better sense) and he thought it was somewhere else, so since I didn't see one sign we missed it and I had to drive around past the terminals. Then I spied the sign to the real lot. As we were driving in, Rich finally asked "what are we doing here?" and I said "waiting." "For what?" "Vince." He really was surprised. He did know the girls were coming Saturday and that Bernadette was making a cake.
It was so good to see Vince and I believe he was happy to see Rich, who really seems better than he actually is. We didn't get to bed till really late.
I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised. The Nobel Committee probably needs a break from honoring people who actually fight for human rights, like Liu Xiabao, and really needs to get back to honoring real peacemakers. Wikileaks fits right in with prior winners such as Yasser Arafat, Kofi Annan, Jimmy Carter, and Barack Obama. They’ve done absolutely nothing to further peace, but liberals sure love them, so who cares? They’re way more trendy than boring winners like Xiabao. ... There’s also the complicity of Wikileaks in possible torture and death, but who cares about that? Wikileaks callously released the names and whereabouts of Afghan informants helping US troops drive out the Taliban — a truly corrupt, murderous, terrorist regime — putting not only the lives of the informants in danger, but also the lives of their families. (Even Amnesty International was disgusted by this.) Julian Assange doctored a video of an Apache shooting insurgents in Baghdad, calling it collateral murder, but his little act of exposure in Afghanistan could lead to real collateral murder. The “courage” of the Wikileaks document drop also put the lives of US citizens and troops in danger, but hey, maybe that’s why they’re being nominated.
Julian Assange also admitted that Wikileaks was responsible for a Kenyan massacre that followed one of their document drops, but who cares? The Kenyans were informed before they were slaughtered. I’m sure that, were they alive, they would totally say it was worth it. .... Aye! the quadrivium of Misanthropes.
Yasser Arafat: World renowned terrorist, rabid Jew hater who died of Aids and looted the coffers of the people he pretended to support, and who premeditatedly threw a wrench into all attempts at a genuine peace process. First to conceive of hijacking Airliners early in his career.
Kofi Annan: UN Oil For Food mastermind, bilked billions for personal gain while faithfully acting the part of Ghandi in the role as a Utopian World leader and whose paper-tiger threats allowed an Saddam Hussein to violate one UN resolution after another without meaningful repercussions.
Jimmy Carter: Unabashed Anti-Semite who unwittingly ignited the Iranian Revolution, among a litany of other displays of supreme incompetence several of which we still pay the price for to this very day.
Barack Obama: Muslim Apologist, Soros Puppet and EnviroMarxist extraordinaire hellbent on the redistribution of wealth using class warfare as his choice weapon while ignoring the spirit of the freedoms emboldened in US Constitution.
Let me add:
Al Gore: Reckless Global Warming propagandist who single handedly has destroyed the scientific method and lined his pockets with Carbon Credit Offsets; A scheme that makes Bernie Maddof look like a piker.
What do they have in common? Why they have all won the Nobel Peace Prize; named after a man who unleashed the destructive power of Dynamite.
But whereas Dynamite has its benefits, the aforementioned clowns have none.
Geochelone on February 3, 2011 at 9:34 PM
The "Ford Pinto" law: "As Turley remarks at the end, the problem with playing chicken is that your opponent might not be one. Such was the case with Judge Vinson, who acted to preserve the limits of power of the federal government, which is one of the main roles of the federal judiciary. The severability stunt backfired, and now the White House looks both foolish and extreme, not just for the law but also for their response to the ruling."
Wayne Ground I've read that if the groundhog comes out and freezes to death, it means Al Gore is in town.
Today I decided to take Gareth off Bernadette's hands. (She's been having quite a time with his terrible two's.) This was a great idea today because Joanna had a checkup.
Gareth understands the concepts that were odd to him last week, "start" and "stop" on the alphabet puzzle and to put the pieces in the next row. It's really interesting seeing how he grows every week.
Alphabet soup for lunch and I got sidetracked with watering my plants. One poured out all over the top shelf of the garden window. So Gareth decided that it would be quicker to pour the soup liquid out to get at the goodies. Good thing we brought along a change of clothes.
Rich had a visit with the dentist to get his mouth-moistening trays. He took longer than expected, which worked out well because it was time to take Gareth home.
Joanna is doing very well.
We stayed around a little while, then came home.
Chemo tomorrow! It's a relief to be Doing Something at last.
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Flashback, Nevada Barr, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
On lab-grown meat: I recall reading a book on this subject at our library back about 1968. At that time a “roast beef” had been cultured, more or less, from some initial muscle tissue. It took several months for the process, but I guess this “new” technology had gotten lost since in the purple haze of the time.
Maybe we should use it to culture some honest, hard working politicians……..nevermind, you’d need to start with at least one donor cell, which we don’t have.
Hindu women wear a dot on their foreheads. The Ottawa Indian embassy revealed when a Hindu woman gets married, she brings a dowry into the union. On her wedding night, the husband scratches off the dot to see whether he has won a convenience store, a gas station, a donut shop, a taxi cab, or a motel in the US . If nothing is there, he must remain in India to answer telephones and provide us with technical advice.
Maybe Obama learned his Constitutional law at the same place Chuck Schumer learned civics, but applying a check to Congressional overreach isn’t “judicial activism,” it’s one of the main purposes of the federal courts. “Judicial activism” occurs when judges create laws from the bench in the absence of legislative action. ... Finally, calling Vinson names while Obama challenged Hillary Clinton’s mandate proposal on almost identical grounds is not just hypocritical, it’s downright silly.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 197 24.2 miles clear and cold, windy
85 recordings of 45 types.
Rasmussen: -11: 50/49
I forgot to mention the phone call yesterday from my-cousin-the-other-twin.... Partly because she was so depressing. You'd think Rich was already deceased. Not helpful.
So, now that I have a schedule for Rich, I can make my own appointment. I wanted one toward the end of the month. It turns out that the woman the clinic just gave me only has appointments to the middle of February. That would mean a blood test next week, and I'm NOT ready for that. Turns out there's a man that I can see at the end of the month. Darn it. But I made an appointment. Drat.
We ran some errands, taking a bunch of stuff to the Thrift Shop. Rich brought down a convection oven and I tried to clean it off quick, then decided I should do a decent job and take it in next time. We also mailed the stuff to Japan. I couldn't find the customs form so ended up filling out a big one, then learned that the short form is still the best for us. Now I have to write them and ask them please not to send a return gift!
Rich's stats last month:
Tiny plastic figure, plastic "44" barrette, 3 tokens, rubber ball, plastic cobra head, plastic shapes chain, glass U.S. flag, small paint brush, toy train engine, poker chip, little plastic alien, bead arring, ball bearing, cloth doll, tire stud nut, 2 sockets, 3 plastic balls.
For me, 24.2 miles in January, 3.1 pounds down, 33 pages. In January I read 5 books, 2 movies, 1 play, 15 Masses.
We found 60 caches last month, and we're at 7479. We're 202nd in the world and 16th locally.
I did no proofing at all last month. Again. I'm in 990th (out of 34053 proofers) place in the first proofing round, with 872 pages proofed, 14th (out of 3954) in P2 with 23508 pages, 527th (of 865) in P3 with 469 pages and formatting 578th place (3143) with 1020 pages.
In Flickr I have 38641 pictures, with 85002 views, and 165 sets to work on. Not to mention getting the Kodak/Ofoto pictures captured, which I still need to do.
In Netflix, I watched Season 4 of Waiting for God (two discs).
The Age of Napoleon, p. 197 24.2 miles fog, then sunny and cold
94 recordings of 50 types.
I went over to Mass at Presentation. The Gospel was about Jesus sending the demons into the Gesarene swine. I was thinking about the poor swineherds, suddenly out of a job. On the other hand, if they were Jewish, they shouldn't have had swine anyway!
On the door of the church, I saw a notice for the World Day of the Sick, February 12. This is the feast of Our Lady of Lourdes. There will be a Mass at the Cathedral, with Anointing of the Sick and blessing with Lourdes water. So we'll ride Light Rail down and go.
Then it was the long wait for the phone to ring. She said "afternoon" and by 2:30 Rich was home from bowling and we were both antsy. Then it finally rang. Heather may be our new Best Friend. Rich starts chemo on Thursday, and early enough so I can go to Mass at the Retreat House while he's hooked up.
It's going to be nice to start Doing Something rather than just wait to be told stuff.
Where's the Damn Report Card? Before they embark on brand new social engineering programs like Obamacare, couldn’t we grade the Democrats’ performance on their existing programs? Issue a report card before they nationalize even more sectors of the economy?
77 recordings of 36 types. AND there's an NCIS Marathon today.
Rasmussen: -8: 50/48.
I forgot to mention that the party Gareth went to had an entertainer! For a THREE-year-old! And also that yesterday was fun. How can you be unhappy but having fun all at the same time?
At Mass today I saw something really encouraging. A few years ago we were praying for one old guy on the prayer list. One Sunday he got up after Mass, very frail, and thanked us, because he was alive. He cried. He looked like a puff of wind would blow him over. Of course everyone applauded. Today he got up to push a retreat, hale, hearty, looks great (and he has to be in his 80s.) And I think maybe it was lung cancer he had. As I said, very encouraging.
We went over to Davis to watch "Chess," one of our favorite musicals. Very well done. I particularly liked the guy who sang Florence's dad... I can just see him as a "guy" in "Guys and Dolls", the next one. Next year's schedule sounds great... "Titanic" on the 100th anniversary, "Bye Bye Birdie", and a number of shows that we don't see very often.
I forgot to take my coffee cup, but decided to actually BUY coffee anyway. And they're selling beer and wine and cocktails! I'd go to sleep for sure. I have been having a lot of micronaps, in the car or actually whenever I sit down.
We stopped at the Yolo Fruit Stand on the way home. Fascinating food! I looked at a lot of spices and sauces and pickles. I only bought one thing, a Greek macaroni that looks like hollow spaghetti. I saw another Greek pasta but I have no idea what it is. This one had the one English label ("Macaroni") and also I could read it in Greek. I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with it, but it'll be fun to play.
The day Rich told me he was coughing up blood, I had just finished figuring out mileages and routes for our big road trip. OK, that's gone. There are a LOT of plans that have either been abandoned or will (with luck) be modified.
Some I've thought about: My retreat, which should have been in two weeks. I gave the free certificate to a friend (who will pray for us.)
In February we'd talked about going to Cambria to see elephant seals. And then in March or April, to Audubon Canyon Ranch to look at the heron/egret rookery.
This was the year we planned to finish the Nevada Counties challenge. And, a separate trip, to do the caches that make up the Alien Head in Area 51 and as much of the ET Highway geocache power trail as we could. I'm hoping Rich will do well on the chemo so that maybe sometime in the summer or fall we could go do a smaller power trail near Lovelock.
And then in May, the big road trip to see Becca's high school graduation. These plans are all not going to happen. I'd trimmed off a lot of the Wyoming part of the road trip because next year is my 50th HS reunion and so we could do them then. That, I hope, will still happen.
Plans that may be abandoned, or modified:
We'd hoped to have Monica's girls visit for a week. Monica's given me some dates and there's a possibility I could change our two Peter Pan tickets for four on a date two weeks earlier. I may do this anyway, and if it doesn't work out, it doesn't.
We'd planned to go to Reno with Bernadette and Rob so we could babysit while they attended WorldCon. A modification, if Rich is up to it, is we could take Gareth for the three or four days so they only had Joanna to lug around: one baby is easier than a very active preschooler and a toddler.
Things that will depend on how Rich feels that day:
Charlotte's First Communion, C's birthday, Lexi's birthday, Genevieve's birthday, Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve. The plays. We're getting the season tickets for Music Circus (can't lose our aisle seats NOW!) and for Davis Musical Theater. The Taste of Italy. (Whether I go or not, I have some nice items for the auction.) The school auction.
Rich would like to get to 10,000 caches. We'd like to go to see the new Steinhart Aquarium in San Francisco. He hopes to garden.
It was to be a typical busy year. It'll be different, but a new stage in our life together and I'm eager to tackle it.
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling, Flashback, Nevada Barr, Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Blue Highways, William Least Heat Moon, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 197 24.2 miles morning fog, gray
80 recordings of 37 types.
Rasmussen: -9: 49/49.
I'm 2 pounds down for the week, with high blood pressure.
I've been going through a paper box Rich brought down from upstairs. There are Christmas cards back from 1977. It's fun to read (before I toss them.)
So, to keep busy today, we went caching in Stockton. It was foggy going down, and a little misty, but cleared up just enough to be a great day to cache. We couldn't find the first cache, which didn't bode well, but eventually we got to it, and in the end we had 16 finds and 7 no-finds. We had a great lunch at Panda Express. I liked the food and the service and the price. Great place!
We stopped to see Bernarob when we went back. Gareth had been to a birthday party and was napping, so we didn't see him, but got to play with Joanna. We'd brought some balls and she was delighted.
This study is just the latest scientific nail in the global warming alarmism coffin. The general population is running away from the alarmists and toward the far more reasonable position that the global climate is an enormous beast whose course we can not easily nor carelessly change but whose workings we should study more earnestly. To quote Michael Rubin Ledeen in a different context, “Faster, please”.
Today? Waiting to hear from the chemotherapy people with a schedule. Rich called the oncologist's office and they had talked to the clinic, but no news. Later he called the clinic and left a message. Finally at 5 the oncologist's assistant called to let us know that they were still "putting things in place" and would let us know Monday afternoon. Geeze. It's not like it's a matter of life and death, or anything. The oncologist had been surprised at how quickly we'd worked through the system. It doesn't seem that quick to me. (And I would have taken the dog for a walk if I'd known they weren't going to call.)
The kids posted their distress on Facebook and got a couple of upbeat replies:
S*****: hi roni, i'm sorry to hear this. my grandmother was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer last june and just finished 6 months of chemo. her numbers went from 94 to 4 and is considered under control, though still considered stage 4. have faith! my grams is 81! :)
Glenna Yarnot common Yarnotskiy syndrom works both ways, always falling into the unimaginable percentages... seriously in my "little" family alone there are at least four of us who probably shouldn't be alive or as healthy as we are!! and considering which four the rest wouldn't be here either...
Meanwhile, I am getting annoyed by minor things, since the One Big Thing is far too scary. Two of the minor things were Facebook friends since my journalling days. Many people (like my second grade boyfriend) don't read my statuses, but these two have, and have commented on things in the past. This time, the atheist keeps posting militant atheist links, and his flaming liberal links, but never a comment to me. The disappointing one lives in Davis and hasn't said a word, just her own stuff. I've always been supportive of these two in illness and sorrow, so I just get madder and madder as I read their stuff. The answer? I unfriended them. I don't need the aggro.
Somebody from my past (25 years ago) opened a Facebook group about the BBSs we were all using at the time. Such a kick. People I'd forgotten, people I've missed. The group exploded to about 50 people, all talking at once. Lots of fun. I'm especially amused by one of the teenage brats who I couldn't stand in the day: her FB ID log is "iamasarahpalin" and she likes Yo Gabba Gabba.