Monday, August 27, 2007
Alberto. Goodbye and good riddance to you, Alberto Gonzales. I've been waiting months for your incompetent ass to go down. Bush can try to spin this how he wants: historically your footnote will be mud.
August. We have spotted a slow trickle of tanned state employees wandering the echoing hallways of the State House. Must mean Labor Day approaches.
Aberration. The daughter goes off to finish her last year of college even so she started just yesterday. She leaves me with a pile of summer reads (I've counted fifteen books) that will be added to the five or so we still haven't finished from last year. The tape measure of life will be a different one for her now... one where things are measured in decades (your 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, etc.) as opposed to those staccato segways of childhood, where everything is measured by the number of birthday candles on your cake.
Accolades. To the son who landed a job sooner than we could have ever hoped and starts September 5th. May it be rewarding. And may he remember to take out the trash and make his bed whilst saving money living at home...
AA. We may need to become a member at some point if hubby and I don't get out of this spiral of existential angst we always feel -- the root of which are the software industry wolves constantly nipping at our attempts to enjoy our sanctuary of a home in some semblance of financial secucrity.
August. We have spotted a slow trickle of tanned state employees wandering the echoing hallways of the State House. Must mean Labor Day approaches.
Aberration. The daughter goes off to finish her last year of college even so she started just yesterday. She leaves me with a pile of summer reads (I've counted fifteen books) that will be added to the five or so we still haven't finished from last year. The tape measure of life will be a different one for her now... one where things are measured in decades (your 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, etc.) as opposed to those staccato segways of childhood, where everything is measured by the number of birthday candles on your cake.
Accolades. To the son who landed a job sooner than we could have ever hoped and starts September 5th. May it be rewarding. And may he remember to take out the trash and make his bed whilst saving money living at home...
AA. We may need to become a member at some point if hubby and I don't get out of this spiral of existential angst we always feel -- the root of which are the software industry wolves constantly nipping at our attempts to enjoy our sanctuary of a home in some semblance of financial secucrity.
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